Archive | November 2010

Me thinking: (Huh? Does she means something of Christmas, or what?)I: Ehhh ……… (silly grin)Neighbour: Do you want a white home?

Me thinking: (Ow shit, is she asking about our house painted beige last year?)I: Pardon? (I learned to pronounced this in New-Zealand dialect like the Dutch word for ‘horses’)Neighbour: Do you want a white home?

Me thinking: (Oh boy, what the hell is she meaning?)I: A white home ???Neighbour: Yes (expectant look)

(Long awkward silence)

Frank: Oooooh, you mean RRRight home?Neighbour: Hahaha, yes, a rrright home???Frank: Yes, after the shopping we are going right home.

In the meanwhile, I saw an empty spot at the self-service-checkout and vigorously nodding, pointing and smiling I pushed Frank and myself out of the line.
After we paid and packed our groceries, the neighbour was still waiting for us.

Neighbour: Did you guys walk down to town?Frank: Nooo, our car is parked here (I made helpful matching gestures to the door … and pretended to hold a steering wheel.Me thinking: (Omg, she must think I’m a lunatic. Why I’m doing this?)